Caught

I can’t believe he’s late again. I sigh, stirring the sauce so it won’t burn, reducing the heat and turning up the radio as I hear of my favourite songs coming on. I start to sing along.

“Last year’s wishes are this year’s apologies every last time I come home,
I take my last chance to burn a bridge or two,
I only keep myself this sick in the head cause I know how the words get you (off).”

I start to bounce along as I get the roast out of the oven and tilt the volume up all the way so that I can hear the song all throughout the house. I put heating charms on the food and prance into the living room so I have more room to boogie.

“We’re the new face of failure,
Prettier and younger but not any better off,
Bullet proof loneliness, at best, at best.”

I slide down the hall, grab my hairbrush and start to croon as I fall to my knees on the soft carpet, throwing my head back, giving my best rock star impression.

“Me and you, setting in a honeymoon,
If I woke up next to you, if I woke up next to you,
Me and you, setting in a honeymoon,
If I woke up next to you, if I woke up next to you.”

I stand up again, bouncing up and down, swaying side to side, and letting the music flow through me. Just letting life be and having a good time by myself.

“Collect the bad habits, you couldn’t bare to keep out of the woods,
But I love, a tree I used to live beneath,
Kiss teeth stained red from a sour bottle baby girl with eyes the size of baby worlds
With a new face of failure,
Prettier and younger but not any better off,
Bullet proof loneliness, at best, at best,
Me and you, setting in a honeymoon,
If I woke up next to you, if I woke up next to you,
Me and you, setting in a honeymoon,
If I woke up next to you, if I woke up next to you
Me and you, setting in a honeymoon,
If I woke up next to you, if I woke up next to you,
Me and you, setting in a honeymoon,
If I woke up next to you, if I woke up next to you.”

I’m hurting my throat now, just singing my heart out, if he’s going to be late, I am going to just let it all go. I couldn’t care less at the moment.


“And the best way to make it through with hearts and wrists in tact,
Is to realize that two out of three ain’t bad, ain’t bad.”

I do a super lean all the way back that I can and end up falling flat on my back. I continue chanting the lyrics in a ‘I’m so seductive looking back at the audience’ type of thing that I saw some guy do at the pub last month.

“Me and you, setting in a honeymoon,
If I woke up next to you, if I woke up next to you,
Me and you, honeymoon,
Setting in a honeymoon,
Me and you, setting in a honeymoon,
If I woke up next to you, if I woke up next to you,
Me and you, setting in a honeymoon,
If I woke up next to you,
Honeymoon.”

That’s when I realize that there are feet where I’ve been looking back at. Shit, shit, fucking shit. And he’s clapping.

“Harry darling, that was just wonderful.” He’s laughing at me too.

“DRACO!” I make a wide sweep of my hairbrush and whack him just below his left knee. “What the hell kept you so late again?”

“If I had have known that it was weird wacky wonderful hairbrush karaoke night I would have left earlier.” He falls onto the couch with tears of mirth in his eyes.

I glare at him.

“It was bloody Blaise. Pansy’s going nuts with the whole pregnancy thing, so he needed an excuse to work late so he volunteered us for an extra project.”

“He bloody well knocked her up, he should do it himself!” I huff, getting up from the floor and tossing the brush playfully at Draco.

“That’s what I said, but you know Blaise. I’ll give him a piece of my mind.”

He catches my elbow as I try to get away to the kitchen to get dinner on the table. He pulls me close and kisses me, teasing my lips open.

“Better?”

“No, I should have had that kiss about two hours ago…and I’m still mad at you for laughing at me!”

“How about this? ‘Bang, bang, bang on the door baby, bang, bang, bang on the door baby.’” He thrusts his hips forward with each ‘bang’ and knocking on an imaginary door, coming slightly closer to me with each ‘bang’ – ing thrust.

He’s ‘Love Shack’ – ing me. Sigh, it works every time, and he’s in my arms yet again.

“You win.” I kiss his cheek and we set about to eating dinner, him still laughing at my earlier out burst of pop star.

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A/N: This is for my beloved Ruinithil. How inspired this story by getting caught dancing an singing to very loud music by not only her room mate, but her land lord. Love ya girly! Real life has been a giant bitch lately. With my last year at this level of school, my workload has seemingly doubled, and my time is eaten rather quickly. Thanks if you read this, and if you have the time, I would love to hear what you have to say about this story. ;)